So, once in 2006 I watched Henry K and his entourage of one enter the Jefferson Hotel on 16th St NW in Washington DC to no fanfare. The manager happened to pass by and said hello. Then he busied himself *lining the staff up on either side of the entry doors.* Henry & his young comely assistant disappeared into the elevators. So the all-hands staff presence wasn’t for him. This piqued my interest. Two minutes later, Angelina Jolie, her eldest son Maddox (then a toddler) and an Angie lookalike/nanny?/security walked through the doors and past the staff lines, the manager bowing to Angie and walking backward as if she were royalty, which I guess she was. A very different DC from when I arrived here in 1986.
So, once in 2006 I watched Henry K and his entourage of one enter the Jefferson Hotel on 16th St NW in Washington DC to no fanfare. The manager happened to pass by and said hello. Then he busied himself *lining the staff up on either side of the entry doors.* Henry & his young comely assistant disappeared into the elevators. So the all-hands staff presence wasn’t for him. This piqued my interest. Two minutes later, Angelina Jolie, her eldest son Maddox (then a toddler) and an Angie lookalike/nanny?/security walked through the doors and past the staff lines, the manager bowing to Angie and walking backward as if she were royalty, which I guess she was. A very different DC from when I arrived here in 1986.
You called genocide “policy mistakes” in the Politico article?!
Who’s your audience?